Friday, April 11, 2008

I'm sorry

This blog entry is an apology of sorts. I have come to realize that sometimes I am not as politically correct as society dictates, or even at all. So, in no apparent order, I have picked several things over the years that I really shouldn't have said or done. They all start with those very important words that everyone finds it so hard to say...

I'm sorry that I...
  1. blew up a can of A&W cream soda. I'm even more sorry it was in front of my boyfriend, who won't let me live it down.
  2. told my brother "Then go to hell" in sacrament meeting. I probably shouldn't have taken my mother's subsequent laughter as encouragement.
  3. have a cat that is flipping the bird as my IM portrait. Not sorry enough to change it, but sorry none the less.
  4. learned that my little brother is so susceptible to suggestion that I could tickle him from across the room.
  5. made fun of Joesph Smith's double underlining of the phrase "the pure in heart." It really could have been just a reminder to check the spelling.
  6. got my roommate evicted. You'd think that after 50 years of life you would figure out that some behavior just isn't acceptable.
  7. convinced my sister that if she didn't do everything I said her 'eye jelly' would fall out and she would go blind.
  8. unmercifully abused #4.
  9. knocked on the window of the van so I could throw a snowball at the kind lady who was willingly giving us a ride home from school. Honestly, she looked bored.
  10. suggested "We kicked your butt" for the cheer after a church basketball game. It did seem like an all around summary of the game. It was a massacre.
  11. threw little black balls of string at my sister while yelling SPIDER. I was even more sorry when she stopped reacting.
  12. got thrown out of the ball pit at Chucky Cheese. I don't remember it being that much fun when I was little, maybe it was just the banishment.
Well, that's my list. If you were hoping to see something here, and didn't, let me know. I'll tack it on. This is not a plea for forgiveness, just a realization that I may need some. I'm really not sorry enough to be forgiven.

2 comments:

Jenn said...

Jeramie is not sorry for throwing string at me as a child, but forgiveness can be hers. as long as she knows that i now have aracanaphobia and will probally need prozac for the felings of spider-sperits haunting me when i kill them.

Jeramie said...

She's right. I'm not sorry.

While I am sorry that you have arachnophobia, I want to make two points.

(1) Me throwing little balls of black string was not the cause of your arachnophobia, just another symptom.

(2) Spiders that enter the house want to die. I consider it assisted suicide. Therefore, no troubled spider spirits. You haven't been killing spiders OUTside of the house, have you?!